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"Joy comes to those bold enough to seek it." - Hasan Niyazi |
It has been two weeks since the day we lost Hasan Niyazi of 3PP and the silence is deafening...
When I refer to "we" I mean a huge community of people from various backgrounds and geographical locations, experts and amateurs alike, interested in anything from art, history, literature, science to gaming or even Star Wars, who had been lucky enough to cross paths with Hasan at some point in their lives. He met, befriended, and adopted us, becoming a part of our daily lives, spreading his relentless energy, unique vision and passion for art, knowledge and beauty. Yet most of us never even met him face to face or heard his voice, making this acute pain at his loss very complex and hard to explain.
I met Hasan through his blog and we started to correspond about a large spectrum of subjects including our mutual heritage. Being Turkish-American myself, we shared a common bond he once referred to "as people writing about art that is seen as something beyond our own cultural heritage." Hasan was obsessively interested in the Renaissance and especially Raphael, which he said was a testament that we could do anything and excel at it regardless of our cultural backgrounds. We were on a mission to prove the universality of art, probably more determined than any Western scholar could possibly be.
I looked upon Hasan as my mentor - the one who gave me my "first break." Before I met him, I was an art history lover, learning and writing about what interested me only for my own pleasure. The first time he asked me to contribute to his blog 3PP was a turning point in my career as a writer. I felt his encouragement and support at every step of the way, providing much needed aid, praise as well as constructive criticism on my work. No type of detail ever escaped his notice. He gave selflessly, sharing his skills, contacts, resources, ideas and most important of all his friendship generously, for this I will be forever indebted to him.
"Life is the Art of the Possible," a quote by one of Hasan's friends he had shared with me, embodied him perfectly. Hasan defied all our contemporary society's conventional concepts and labels used to identify and classify individuals and their relationships. Maybe it would be more befitting to simply say that he was the quintessential 21st century Renaissance Man - social media guru, tech-whiz, independent researcher, art-historian, who was also a communicator between academia and the public with a day-job as a health professional. His blog and social media presence were avenues where all his talents were employed in the pursuit of a higher ideal and all who came into contact with him were allowed to prosper in his glowing light.
I am finding it very difficult to express my thoughts and feelings on this devastating loss since on so many levels, it just does not make sense. Are there any proper words to describe a life cut short, a light estinguished just as it had begun to burn at its brightest? If there are, I must apologize for I cannot find them. Hasan left us too soon leaving a huge void where his presence should have been. Not a day goes by where I encounter a work of art, read an interesting article or run into some Renaissance related news that I don't feel the fleeting urge to share it with Hasan, to see what he thinks or just simply to share the excitement or beauty of it. I know there are a lot of other people out there who feel the same thing. Now, it seems the only thing we can do is to try to live up to his expectations by creating new content and making new connections. Rest in Peace my dear friend, your name and legacy are forever etched in our hearts.
Sedef! You captured the essence of Hasan perfectly....his 'Love' is also etched in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for your kind words about Hasan :)
Thanks Shazza
ReplyDeleteYou mention the deafening silence that Hasan left behind, which really encapsulates the whole situation for me. For a long time now, my morning ritual was “coffee with Hasan”—going through the overnight pile-up in my inbox, with all of his questions and comments and personal musings. And as you say, he was just breaking the surface and finding his own voice. I feel personally cheated that I will never know where he might have gone and what he might have done.
ReplyDeleteI think this is one of those tragedies, we will never quite understand or easily come to terms with Ed. It almost feels like a conversation interrupted at mid-sentence.
DeleteI also miss Hasan, though my situation with him was different because we met and became friends last year but then recently communicated less as I was engrossed in changes in my life and he was possibly in a similar situation. Reading about the silence you and Ed feel gave me chills. One of the things that I feel sad about is that I will not be able to be in Florence with him again. I expected that we would meet there together soon.
ReplyDeleteJenna, how lucky for you to have been in Florence with him, one of his happiest times. There are a lot of us who were waiting form him to come out to the States this spring...
DeleteThank you so much Sedef. That was so eloquent and sad. Words cant express how I feel. Tears are in my eyes and I know that we share the same pain. I keep on thinking that I am never going to get his text messages (always started off saying Hey sis - I loved it so much), I'll never see him and he'll never take another photo with Taylan on his phone, which he always did. I wish I had those photos it would mean the world to me, its priceless. I miss him so much and feel so lost. Thank you for sharing your feelings. It is a tragic loss but his love and spirit will be with us forever. With much love, Hasret
ReplyDeleteHasret, I am so sorry for your loss. We were all aware of his deep love for Taylan and received photos regularly of the two of them Hasan took with his cell phone. We will have to get them to you hoping it might offer some semblance of consolation. It is so nice to see his loved ones come together to share their thoughts and feelings. Thanks for commenting.
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